4.40
Sybilla Atreus
Jan 4, 2018
Aug 28, 2012(14y)
Aug 28, 2027(360d)
Combat
Kills156
Losses193
Efficiency45%
ISK
Destroyed38.21b
Lost22.99b
ISK Eff.62%
Solo
Solo Kills97
Solo Ratio62%
Final Blows119
Combat Points156
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.03
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Gallente
4.40
Sybilla Atreus
Last Active
Jan 4, 2018
Birthday
Aug 28, 2012 (14 years old)
Next Birthday
Aug 28, 2027 (360 days)
Combat
Kills156
Losses193
Efficiency45%
Danger Ratio99%
ISK
Destroyed38.21b
Lost22.99b
ISK Efficiency62%
Balance+15.22b
Solo
Solo Kills97
Solo Ratio62%
Final Blows119
Combat Points156
Other
NPC Losses1
NPC Loss Ratio1%
Avg Kills/Day0.03
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Jan 2018
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -